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COFFEE-HOUSE GATES, NEWMARKET.
HIS entrance to the Rooms where a man is sometimes made
of the Jockey Club was so rich that he thinks he shall built in the year 1772 by John- never want money again, or so son, the property of Mr. poor that a nation's revenue would Errat; but has been recently scarcely save him from poverty. purchased by the Members of this There is a story told of a ancient Institution, the Jockey Gentleman, when this place was Club, who are now rebuilding building, of his riding up to it, it in a style of magnificence wor- saying to a workman on the scafthy of their numbers and wealth, fold, « Here, fellow, come and which we shall more particu- hold my
horse !" rs Yes Sir !" larize hereafter.
hastening down almost as quick We are indebted to Mr. Ro- as the sound of his voice, and gers, the eminent bookseller and cautiously approaching the steed, printer of Newmarket-an artist with something like “ Wo, oh! by art and nature, though not by poor fellow, that's all !” being profession-for the pretty little * quite ready at the time to spring drawing from which this print back. -"Why, what are you was taken, and thus rescuing from afraid of ?” said the Gentleman 1; oblivion a place the most appal- “the horse is as quiet as a lamb.” ling and the
most delightful of Is he, Sir,” retorted the man; any spot in Europe (with per- can one man hold him, Sir?”. haps the exception of one). This "Yes, to be sure, you booby !"is the place for settling accounts “Why, then just hold him
yourafter each day's race; the place self!"--This is not a new story.
GILBERT FORESTER'S TOUR IN THE WEST,
6. The leaf is red, the leaf is sear,
The sunbeams early die;
To seek a warmer sky:
I hear its echocs ring;
It is the Hunter's Spring. Sporting Magazine.
The West Countrce_-Taunton---A Varmint's Studio-Somerset Yeomanry-Old Fox.
bury--- Hospitalities of Crowcoonbe Court- the Mansion- Philanthropy of Nell Gwynne-Eccentricities of Bampfylde Moore Carew--Somerset Subscription Hunt - Captain Luttrell and Will the Huntsman-Mr. Warrington Carew The Kennel-The Stable--Fine Specimens of Ornithology - Dunster Castle and Hunting Establishment--Mr. Webb’s Harriers--Reliques of Somervile, &c. interspersed with Anecdotes.
SIR, I Think I once pledged myself were about. That time has ar
to ascertain some season in rived. I am here in the good propria persona what your brave County of Zummerzet, where subjects in the West Countrce my campaign begins, and where VOL. IV.--SECOND SERIES.No. 20.
I must say I have already ex- venture forth on a foggy day), perienced all that hospitality so and a small case of cau de vie, peculiarly the characteristic of just to keep soul and body tothe natives of the West. I will, gether. Those who have the therefore, redeem my gage, by at fear of the Cholera before them once commencing the pleasing cannot do better than puff away task of informing you how and with all their might. There is with whom my time is spent, wonderful virtue in this simple what smart runs have been had, weed, which Byron thus aposwhat are on the tapis, what ken- trophizes: nels are worth seeing, and in- - Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, deed every little scrap
of news I When tipp'dl with amber, mellow, rich, may think interesting to that re
Like other charmers wooing the caress spected and respectable fraternity More dazzlingly when dancing in full (which, thank God! is a pretty ex
dress; tensive one) who sport the scarlet. Yet thy true lovers more adınire by far 4-propos des bottes. Were I, like Thy naked beauties-give me a cigar. the tobacconist, about to choose
Poor Raleigh ! he “ did the my coat of arms, the motto should state some service” when he inbe fully as appropriate as his quid troduced this leaf, and should at rides: 'it should be a fox’s brush, least have been allowed to carry surmounted with the words “1 his head on his shoulders a few hunt.” That is what I call mulo years longer as a reward; but 'tis tum in But to my tale.
vain to talk of the world's gratiparvo. I left that city of steam and tude. Alas! there is none !
“ Blow, blow thou wintry wind, reform (London) on the 18th or
Thou art not so unkind 19th of October, I won't be sure As man's ingratitude.” which day; the circumstance, These exquisite lines were all important as it is, has treacher, written by one who knew human ously escaped my memory; and nature well (as his works can I fear, like many other fine things, testify); with what truth the will be for ever involved in hearts of all who peruse them doubt. Certain it is 'twas one or
can best tell. But the North t'other, mounted
a steady Devon is ready to start: coachee, going drag called
the North with his broad-brimmed castor Devon, a pretty girl beside me, and coat of many capes, has his flanked by a fat old fellow as deaf foot on the last step, and will in as a post (luckily), whom she
a moment be safely seated on his honored with the endearing box. Hark! “All right!" shouts name of father. It is so much the the guard, crack goes the whip, fashion now-a-days to be circum- and away down Piccadilly tools stantial in one's account, that I another cargo of men, children, beg to inform my readers my band-boxes, and fish-baskets. sacred person was shut up in a I am ashamed to say our journey Brighton beaver, whose side
began and ended without a single pocket was well stored with some adventure to dignify its progress. of the best Havannahs I could People were most provokingly procure from Fribourg's boutique civil; teas, breakfasts, and such (an article by-the-bye without like things, absolutely “ not so which a man must be mad' to bad;" everything seemed deter
mined to go on smoothly; and beggarly account of empty seats, we hadn't so much as the satisfac- they left off their mail
pace, tion of losing a man off the coach, and took to something reasonable. running down an old woman, People don't like to be galloped or even scolding a waiter. In- to the Devil quite so fast ! deed, if it hadn't been rather At Taunton I was greeted with considerably and unpleasantly the warm welcome of the friend cold, we might have positively who had invited me down, arrived at Taunton without know- and a dear friend he is, (and I ing we had been out of trust ever will be,) the companion bed. Spite, however of the of my boyish days. We had cold, I could have slept soundly, graduated' together at Alma had my companions been none Mater; and though I cannot, but the fat old Gentleman as like an old soldier, boast of the “ deaf as a post ;" but he had a fields we had won, or the dangers pretty daughter, as I have before we had run, I cou if so inobserved ; and what mortal on clined, tell of many a skirmish earth, even when half-frozen, amongst the Snobs, full
many a could resist turning towards a hair-breadth escape from Procpair of bright eyes, sparkling tors vile. These and sundry most alluringly! Just the eyes other exploits had drawn us totoo that I love, for they were wards each other by the magic neither black nor blue, but that chord of sympathy, till we becolour, which, like the chamelion, came sworn friends, and have is sometimes
sometimes never yet broken the league of the other, always changing, but amity thus formed. How dein all its changes beautiful-Ilicious, after a long separation, is mean the soft hazle.
the meeting between two kin
dred souls! how much has each “ Pour moi ni noir, ni bleu, je dis, Plutot the hazle eye for me :
to ask, and hear, and impart ! In these, je trouve assez de noir, how forcibly are the scenes of Pour bien souifire in making war. In thesc, je trouve assez de bleu,
former days recalled to the mind Pour dire les mots, I will love you;
one after another in endless sucAinsi, the hazle eyes, if any,
cession, Qui brulent au front de Mademoiselle."
"Like the waves of the summer, as one 'Twas with something like a
Another as bright and as shining comes sigh I bade adieu to my fair compagnon de voyage, as we descended and we lose in the happiness of from our high station at Taunton, the moment the painful recolafter a most uninterestingly safe lection that we are not what we journey at nine miles an hour. were; that the dark curtain once By-the-bye, those who love break- dividing us from the world has neck adventures should have been withdrawn, and shewn us its mounted the Subscription or De- hollowness and deceit. But soon fiance coaches last summer, when is the illusion dispelled: the openI understand they did the dis- ing of a door or entrance of a sertance from Exeter to town at the vant will in a moment put to flight rate of fourteen miles the hour! these blissful visions; and knock and killed twenty horses in six down castles upon whose erecweeks !! However, finding a most tions much pains have been taken;
which, like waking out of a dea ing too that death in many shapes lightful dream to the cold reali- hovers over us continually: ties of life, brings with it a “ Death distant? No, alas! he's ever sensation by no means pleasant.
with us, However, such things will be, And shakes hindart at us, in all our doings.” and upon the whole, perhaps 'tis And to order our lives so as to for the best ; for in the pleasures be ready at all times to obey his of retrospection, great as I must call, is the duty of every Christhink them, who has not tasted tian. that bitter drop of gall which Though I may be thought ever ningles with the honey? rather officious, I cannot refrain Memory, as she shines over the giving a short sketch of the study page of life thus opened to her of my friend, who, although a view, will pause at some particu. reader of the Word, has a conlar spot, will linger at the word siderable share of the fox-huntregret, and make us feel there are ing blood in his veins, of which some we can never cease to la passion his studio bore the most ment; some for whose loss the wide unequivocal signs. At the end world cannot compensate. Thus of the room is a book-case well did we feel as we sat by our stored with ancient and modern cosey fire, running over every works, amongst the latter of event of our youthful lives, which the Sporting Magazine sometimes smiling, much oftener holds a distinguished place. Insighing, as we remembered how stead of a bust of Socrates, or many who had with
any of the learned personages menced the race of life, had been who are usually perched above cut off in the midst of their their works, my friend has ele
Ah! that Death, he is vated a full-grown greyhound an awful visitor, and not to be fox, looking most extremely natral, denied. There is no such thing and as if just about to break as saying “ not at home” to him. covert. The walls are hung
Speaking of Death, I cannot with antlers of the red deer, and but think our countrymen are sundry fox-brushes earned by alarming themselves just now him in the honorable service of needlessly about the Cholera : the field. Portraits of some of one really hears nothing else in the varmint coursers of the Marthe streets but the words Cholera ket, pictures illustrative of the and Reform; and it is an even chase, some proof prints of the bet which is to do the most mis- Colleges at Cambridge, and chief. “Sufficient to the day is couple of views of his the evil thereof !" I would, church, complete the decorations. therefore, advise people to think In the window stand the finest as little as possible about it. Let specimens of the Sheldrake duck them be cleanly and temperate, of and wild goose, stuffed (not with course, because these are virtues sage and onions) I ever saw, at all times essential to happi- both captured by my friend. A
For myself, I feel no ex- weather glass -- which by-thetraordinary fear, knowing we bye saved me one or two wet shall not die a bit sooner than at jackets-hangs behind the door ; the appointed time, and know- and every corner of the room is